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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 11h

Not right now but appreciate you.

Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

You are your own vampire, the looking glass rejects you like some pariah. “Fine,” you say. Grabbing the poster paints and eschewing brushes, pointer and index and thumb, there you are in glory all figure of stick. Stuck. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

People want to travel time like it’s destination. See the pamphlets made of water. They wash over us, and we give chase to yesterday, swollen from dampness and why-dration, so even handholds bulge out. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

As I cracked the egg it came out, George Bock of Cluckington (the third) I’m let it roam, an immaculate eggception. That poultry scritched around my kitchen, twitching all the wormy words early. Eventually it formed a shell corporation by the she shore, shave your of us all lay men! #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Let it not be that fanfare dies from a dearth of sustenance, nor should plenty expire from gorging itself on victuals. The dynamic equilibrium somehow seems thriving, but we fill one hole with the dirt from another. Words and stones and earthen things vicissitudes the humus #5amwritersclub #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

What’s all the commode shun? It’s the magic lever… anything will go down if it swallows hard enough. And oh sure, we can get fancy and have heat and spray and comfort today. You’re right. I can’t make you choose comfort. Crouch in-field is fine, but poems about toilets… I draw the line!

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

I worship demons far less injurious, yet their pernicious and cumulative mutations in my goings ons are their own collective mural of mucins. My ruination is a marathon, not a sprint. Let’s savor fall from grace as the popsicle trickles down my wrist and forearm. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Nothing to write. No things write, too. I caught them once, feral and fecund, boiling in a cluster, before the wink out. But the sound populated and propagated and postulated. Any thing, exceeded by no thing, in the absinthe of something, shaken, stirred. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

This is a poem. Brown chicken, brown porm. Be it ever so humble, pome. Low guy on the peom, My back’s against the woem. Many forms, infinite phloem, as high as the highest poetree You know em. We grow them. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Raven @ravenbranhard.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

something of us must keep changing to remain the flame survives by renouncing each shape it becomes what is relinquished becomes its light #Vss365 #Renounce #inkMine #Survive #PoetrySky #Poetry #Photography #EastCoastKin my 📷

Sunset glows pink and gold above railway tracks stretching into the distance, framed by dark trees.

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I’m really good at convincing myself. Gravity could be nonexistent and all of us flinging off world like chiclets and I’d still walk on air, somehow convinced the blue is your eyes. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

I’d throw it all off to forget those few things, you know, the ones tinctures that spooky action your day, flipped. So fine, sure, blame nothing (ness) on me but I’d throw it all off and let the Vantablack absorb it. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Trying to pour everything into words, but just a trickle now. I apologize. The bottle lies on its side, and what was once a gush now stains the innocent sand #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

You came for my best sanity, and rewrote some subroutines I can’t remember days ago when best was good, it seemed. Now all the dits and even dahs, echo don’ts and do’s If this is what it means to be in sane, then add on one, or two. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

An epitaph of epithets. Or maybe an epistle would be better, because hey not-stone, and I could distribute them like Frankie. *lays down with pencil* ok, just a rubbing, and I’m off and running, flinging them about like untethered kites in the wind, indistinguishable from the leaves. #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Sitcom idea: A cacophonous cabal seeks to subvert my peace. So I switch to peas. Gregor Mendel plays the wacky always-here neighbor that helps us resolve the ensuing hilarity weekly. Guest appearances will enhance our cast. Tune in Mondays at 8! #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

She just looked old, but it’s how I expected to see her, that part of the plot written before awareness became memories, data collection running without a hard drive, later correction a feature, not an error and gram with her roast beef and compression sock lines, beet red, asking me to pray for him

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Weighted worry. While wending ways, whorls, winging, (wicked?) Will wonder when… Windex Wipe Waking right?(ing) #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

When it’s all explained starting with “imagine if”. The hard word is skipped, or possibly not yet begun. Duplicitous existentialism, double blinded for us scholars of us. Don’t ask me. It’s your book. I only reserve the right to review it with cracked lenses. Kintsugi, tomorrow #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

I shook the Earth like a giant eight ball. I wanted to know, it had to be, but nothing floated up through the magma. Then I saw them, the pair of eyes, the giant hands. It was never me asking the question. It was the World insisting what, of me. It is certain. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Super Position continues. The box opens and the cat leaps out, over its own body. Yes, that’s its grin, and its frown and the world fills with its infinite potentials. Cats 5 feet deep, 10 feet (plus 2), a writhing feline soup. Missing the good ol’ days, frozen in a single state. My ouch. #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Rolled notes and plumbed depths later, and this world was not made for me. It massages me like I’m someone, a pseudo-sycophantic reality that pulls me in and excoriates me. It waits for the forget, then shows up like a stranger because it likes the refrain. And repeat, rinse, wash. #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

I saw the gnat (in half) precisely, such a wee thing, could have just let it be, but amoebas have had their go. Frankly, it was time, plus to get clicks, you gotta bring the micro gore every so often #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

I can no longer carry around the guilt. What spills from the thimble? Ifs that sing and curious things that share my math, covered in tar. This linear travel, thickened by phase, nudged. Drudgery, never quite budged. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

I reentered my body on August 26, 2026 at 1:14 in the afternoon. I hadn’t known I was gone. Amidst zero fanfare, I recommenced this life, and forgot that other journey. I had written myself a note. It says “hi”. So I replied back. I guess I’m predicting more travel in the future #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

Poetiquette unclear, cicadas shift, sudden complexity, no longer instinctual oratorio, enriched with unprecedented clarity. Cycles shorten, years to days to hours. I saw one riding the subway yesterday reading the times. And the memes claw their way, emerging from underneath. #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Which do they see? Is it a cryptic script, where I decide the beginning based on the ending? So I deck the stack in my flavor. Do you blame me? Consumption depends on it. If I want them to see, I’ll foot my best put for words, each chosen to elicit aha from a who. Hopefully you #5amwritersclub #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

Another day inside me, and the others competing for bandwidth and plan length and slant height. Caught in my own hypotenuse, calculate the nooses needed to sweep me around the ask us. Geometry, geomefail, and the new math belies farmer jones’ genius. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Unsubstantiated looters stealing doom like it’s water, and I’m unsure which shore they want it for. In the multi perverse, we sing to fetid oceans, but tides still roll in, extolling virtues of its ache, too. Oh, and let’s not forget the boats instantly dissolving like sand castles. See? Worthy?

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

Tired is as tired does. Beleaguered by ear worms and strophic variants of moments as I count down my years. My ears feel it’s all so familiar, but there are no cats or ravens involved. Ever more the standard. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

If you are going to break, don’t break slow. Break fast! Quick flex at the middle, snap in two, your gut reactions spill out first. Lose your head, no ledge to stand on. You can do one digit at a time. But I say “go for it”. Break fast, for champions only. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

They want to influence you, and often not for the better. You’re in nation, ruin rations, vacate, shuns. Influenza, likes #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

Could I write a poem of absolute evil, where the bad things could go and ruminate about the same things I do? Maybe I meet them halfway, haploid malevolence only understood if vile vicissitudes erupt from daily depravity. Malignant alignment, engaged. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

Hashtag pietry or porm Misspelled literary creations, extremes of behavior, rescued by saviors unfair. (They’re everywhere) Vestiges of tales told by kinetic words, and unwarranted surprise that things go off in different directions. There never were rules, but certainly now, fools. #5amwritersclub

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

Sometimes this is not and outlet for angst and ain’t, or a conduit for crazy and contrived. Sometimes your melon baller gouges better than any participle or prevaricated whine. How was I to know you’d scoop there? Won’t apologize for the taste though. I’ve been rotten for years #5amwritersclub #poem

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 07/08/2026

I don’t need a mirror to see my reflection. I don’t want a recorder to hear myself talk. I don’t care to archive my thoughts. I want to be a stranger to myself, unknown, amorphous. Shunning the equation, eking out an existence shall be dreading, detritus, and undetrimental. #5amwritersclub #poetry

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Literary Pug @literarypug.bsky.social · 04/08/2026

Wringing in progress, the RIP edition. Or perhaps more seditious to your internal governing than you know. Paying for pangs each day, buckets of words from yard sales, they saw us, and the garden where they grow like we’d rather nots #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry

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